Entry #1
A very loud speedy and constant bird song is heard. It is as constant as a ticking clock. High pitched a bit squeaky. In some strange way I hear an echo like the bird can echo its own sound. The sound is similar to a whistle and a ring. It is some what piercing if you pay attention and listen closely. I hear a sudden stop or pause and then another that last for a while. I contemplate has the bird accomplished it goal? Has it grown tiered of singing? has it found a mate? Then I notice it again. But I do not hear it when it starts. it is as if I can not hear it when it starts like the sound moves to quickly for my ears to catch it. It is as if I can not comprehend it. The bird sings but I do not ear the first note. It is like if some one speaks and you do not start listening until id sentence. The first few words are missed. The bird is sneaky. My own thoughts are louder than the bird so i do not hear it until I direct my mind to acknowledge it.
Entry #2
The humming sound of the air condiction?....refregiration?.....some type of ?......machinery? Vibrating metal, similar to a bell but more of the "sustain" and none of the "crash". I hear the movement of water?....air?....gas?...fluid?..through pipes. I hear shaking and trembling of lose parts. Nuts bolts and metal cling and clang together. This hum is constant kind of like the bird's song. But it reminds me more of a humming Buddhist monk meditating. The hum is like a person meditating or a machine meditating. But machines don't meditate...... do they? This is kind of spooky now. It is as if there is some type of ever present entity making noises. It sang through the bird now it hums through the refrigerator. It is like a constant back up noise or sound track to life. A sound track I over look. It seems like there is always some noise there to be heard, only if I would listen. It is really scary thing to think about. It is as if there is a sound raping our ears..forcing itself into our heads. We have grown so accustomed to it that we do not even notice it. We overlook it. Or maybe it is not a rapist but an ideal lover unrequited she constantly proclaims her love sing her sounds. I have neglected and ignored all this time.
Entry #3
Third try same thing. I sit by a pond listening to the sound of water. Strikingly it is not only very meditative but it sounds like a meditative person humming. It is a very swift and constant sound. It seems like it will never end. It reminds me a a journey, life and movement. It is similar to the bird and the sounds of metals clanging together. This sound is like a constant crash. I hear a brief pause noticeable only be a am listening so closely. It is not really a relaxing sound that you would expect from nature. It is really a very violent crashing sound. But some how it is relaxing.
I have always loved this image. The meticulous craft work of the goldsmith. The glittering and shining of the jewelry against the color of her face and dark lips. The emotions pouring from her eyes. She says a lot but I do not know what. She is very beautiful though her face is concealed.
Fire’s dance is hypnotizing. It composition and substance is so unreal. Lucid and articulate flames grab hold of my attention drawing me deep into it. Lost in its color and shapes….So to this “still” seems to be moving.
I love the colors in this image, the shades of orange blue purple and pink. The clouds seem to be painted on.
This is a significant photo. It is significant because Malcolm X was a political leader and civil rights activist yet he is seen holding a rifle peeking through a window. Does this discredit him as a leader? Does it negate his message to empty rhetoric? Or does this escalate his position as true freedom fighter? Rebel ? Terrorist? Does it imply that the nation is in a civil war/race war? Malcolm X is presumably in his own home. What are the photographer’s intentions? What were Malcolm’s intentions in taking this photo? What was he saying? What does the photo say?
I love the use of shadow and light. The simple and straight forward style of the photographer rhymes with the facial expression of the “subject”. The make up looks like tears but why is he crying? I do not think that he is crying but some how he looks like he is.
This image is very intimidating and overwhelming. The image is shocking yet very simple. The sharp edge is like a razor. The image is also very hypnotizing.
I love the texture of this rust. I can almost feel the dry “rust dust” between my finger tips. Looks cold. The close up amplifies the coldness of metal and the particles of rust dust that I can not rub off my hands.
I love the geometry of this image. The sharp straight lines and the diagonals. Boxes, squares and rectangles. The curvy staircase seems to move like a wave or a snake.
